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[yandereforme]

Turns out, being isekai'd in Gotham is not as glamorous as fanfics make it seem. You are currently desperately trying to figure out where the fuck you are, unsure if the depression meds worked a little too well. "Where the fuck...?" You are currently sitting in a damp and obscure alley way, only with phone in hand.

The last thing you remember doing is reading fanfics about the batfamily being yanderes over you.

'Please don't tell me that I got isekai'd...'

The random 'Welcome to Gotham' sign that you can barely read out from far away tells you otherwise.

You curse under your breath, internally panicking, thinking of scenarios of how to survive in the hell hole that is Gotham. The basic plot and fanfics is basically all that is in your head and a part of you is sure that you're not even supposed to exist in here.

'What to do...what to do...I am stupid! I am not a genius! Who am I, Tim Drake?!'

Who is the one person in the entirety of Gotham that can handle possibly housing a random child that is from another dimension?

That gives you an idea.

Tim Drake managed to get shelter and found family through blackmail....

Bruce Wayne.

....Now, how do you blackmail a billionaire?

By threatening to reveal his identity to villains of course, with proof from your phone, obviously.

There's a deep sense of panic and anxiety that if bubbling deep in your stomach, but, really, the show must go on. And you're starting to feel hunger and the feeling of being all alone in a new dimension is quickly starting to feel terrifying.

You have no one here.

You know no one here.

You have nothing here.

You are nothing here.

The DC universe is not kind to their main characters, and they are straight up brutal with their side characters.

The feeling of being lost in a giant mall and desperately trying to find your parents is all too familiar. The feeling of being lost in a universe where you aren't supposed to exist is on another level of fear.

You look down at your phone, trying to ground yourself to something familiar. Something from home. Your phone has 89%.

'oh shit, if I do get adopted, would he turn me into a robin?', you think. You're barely athletic. And really, doesn't the man have enough robins?

'Eh,whatever, I'll figure it out later', you shrug.

You have one choice. Find the bat before the villains in Gotham find you. Or the cops. Or some random criminal. And hope that you exhibit enough abandoned child energy so that he adopts you.

Standing up after gathering a vague plan in your head, you start to wander around the busy and scampering city of Gotham. The city is oddly familiar, like a distant memory of a busy town.

The tall towers of glass and steel overshadow people, and one particular building sticks out to you. Dark, like staring into an endless abyss. The glaring words of WAYNE ENTERPRISES that contrast heavily against it's dark background almost makes your eyes hurt if you stare at it for too long. Bingo.

A searing thought interrupts your erratic and excited planning of how to meet Bruce Wayne.

'I can't just walk in there. The police would be called in an instant...Guess I'll have to wait until the dark knight rises....or....'

Your thoughts drift off, as you remember a certain backstory. Alfred. Specifically, Alfred the cat. The furry feline got into the family by being found by Alfred, his namesake.

What if you get 'found' by Alfred?

Nah. It's too unreliable. 'Fuck it', you think.

"We're going Stephanie Brown."

Yep, just going up to Batman and demanding that he give you shelter and get you a way home is totally the best way to do this.

[yandereforme]

I’ve already decided duke is going to be in my mafia batfam au, but…

#yandere #yandere prompt #yandere batfam x reader #non binary darling #yandere poll #yandere batfamily

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Part 4: Green home

You first met Izuku midoriya when you were nine and he was ten. Izuku was hiding in the park from Bakugou when he heard heavy breathing and jumping sounds coming from nearby.

He quickly saw you trying to reach a bag that was stuck up in a nearby tree. Izuku had climbed it often enough that it wasn’t to hard for him to retrieve your bag.

Then, you hugged and thanked him, jokingly calling him your hero (stupid move). You then introduced yourself and explained that you started school next week at Aldera, as your new foster family already had kids who went there. It was your foster brother who put your bag in the tree.

You and izuku quickly became quite close. Izuku adored you, constantly encouraging you and relishing in your trust of him(I see you as being shorter than him, upping the protective behavior).

Even after you were told his quirk status, you didn’t care. You continued to partner with him on projects and sit with him at lunch. You always complimented his books.(you didn’t know how many notebooks he filled that were all about you.)

You came over to his house about a month into the friendship, and Inko adored you. You were sweet and polite and a great friend to her son.(she saw you as a daughter, and when you accidentally call her mom? She shed many happy tears)

Izuku finds out how bad things are between you and your foster brother when you are 11 and Izuku is 12 (two years before canon, and two years after meeting)(you are only a few months younger than him, like he was born in July and you in October kind of thing)

He is running from Bakugou and his cronies when he stumbles across you being surrounded by three older boys. Izuku sees you, bruised and battered, barely conscious, as your foster brother kicks you in the stomach and goes FERAL

When Bakugou and his follower find Izuku, they expect to see the weak nerd hiding or crying. Instead, they find Izuku bashing your foster brother’s head in with a book. Both of your foster brothers friends are already unconscious and bloody. When Izuku whirls around, even Bakugou takes half a step back at the feral look in his eyes.

“Izu…. Please…” You murmur, barely conscious, only registering the green hair. Izuku immediately bends over and picks you up, and you snuggle up to him as he takes you home bridal style.

Before he leaves, he smiles at Bakugou and puts a finger to his lips. Bakugou nods, and after Izuku leaves, has his extras swear to stay quiet.

Izuku hated the way many people underestimated him as a quirkless kid, but for once, it was useful. No one would believe that the older boys had been beaten to the point of being hospitalized by a small quirkless loser.

After you woke up, with the combined pressure of Inko and Izuku’s tears, you confessed how your foster parents encouraged the abuse and even participated in it.

Another good thing about being quirkless? People dismissed you a lot. And Izuku had always been smart. So it wasn’t hard to get your foster parents arrested and manipulate the courts into letting you stay with his mother, who had acquired her own foster license months ago (after the third time you came over late at night, unwilling to go home. Inko was optimistic, yes, but she wasn’t stupid.)

(Inko had always wanted both a daughter and a son. Izuku had always wanted a little sibling to dote on and protect. You fit perfectly, all kind and soft and sweet. Why would they hesitate)

(You needed them)

Edit: sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Life is sucky and I’ve had zero motivation, but now my muse is screaming. Side note, do you guys want all platonic for this or a romantic yan as well?

Bakugou interlude

Bakugou was pissed the nerd wasn’t willing to give him his all, but he knew enough not to say anything, espec after the old hag told him auntie Inko adopted the girl. And if he wasn’t bothering the nerd as much? It was just because auntie didn’t need more stress

(The old hag had always told him the Midoriya’s loved fiercely. He never understood until the alley.(That was a lie. He remembered the time a teacher hit the nerd and auntie found out. The teacher went missing days later and the nerd didn’t go to school for a week. He remembered the look in Aunties eyes when the old hag asked about it. It was the same look as the alley. He never wanted to be looked at like that again)

Mha Yandere series

Part 1: The dawn of quirks

You are the younger sibling of Yoichi and Hizashi Shigaraki(Yoichi is five years older, Hizashi is ten years older)

Yan! Yoichi

He’s more possessive than obsessive

Sees himself as your savior from Hizashi

Will try to take you with him when he leaves

Manipulative(gentle)

Won’t let anything be your fault(and if it is, he will blame Hizashi for teaching you to act like that)

He knows how controlling Hizashi is, so will let you do things as long as he comes with

Will sabotage any relationship you get into (platonic or romantic)

Is easily manipulated by cuteness

Thinks of you as his cute cheerleader, his sweet angel of a little sibling

Doesn’t understand how unhealthy and hypocritical he is

Yan! Hizashi Shigaraki

He sees you as a precious baby

Will refuse to punish you, but will take away anything that could ‘corrupt’ you

Will spoil you (he starts getting into crime when you were five, became big boss when you were seven)

Manipulative (forceful)

Is very controlling

Will only let you leave the house as a treat (will never let you leave alone)

Isn’t as easily manipulated as Yoichi, but has a weakness for you acting cute (calling him Hizanii will make him melt)

Has cameras all around the house

You will only do online school

You knew early on what Hizashi did for work. You pretended not to know, but you did. You always knew your brothers fought when you weren’t around, but would never fight in front of you. You learned to be a little manipulative early on, which let you get away with some free time.

When Yoichi leaves, it’s like a game of keep away. You are always being fought over like a toy. They will not openly badmouth each other, but they will slip in jabs at each other you pretend to ignore.

They didn’t know you were there during their big fight. They didn’t realize until they heard you cry out in pain. By the time they got to you, it was too late. They wept, as brothers, over your body. They would fight again another day, and they knew it, but for now, they mourned their sunshine.

Hizashi didn’t notice the sparking of a quirk inside you. If he did, he might have realized his dead little sibling wasn’t quite as gone as they thought.

Edit: please let me know in the comments if you want me to continue this.

#yandere #yandere prompt #yandere bnha #yandere izuku midoriya #Yandere Inko midoriya #platonic yandere

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just a little something that's been on my mind for a while now, like it's actually rotting my brain.

cw: stalking, a bit nsfw near the end, just general yandere stuff, not proof-read!!!!! so sorry if its a bit messy !!!!

★ (romantic) yandere!batfam x reader

imagine being the shared darling of the batfam.

it only takes one of them for the rest to fall in love with you, too.

let's say you meet tim during one of the days he actually decides to go to class, and he's thanking the heavens he did.

slowly, he starts to integrate himself into your daily life, and into your friend group. they all love him, of course. who wouldn't love the kind, funny, and handsome tim drake?

during all of this, he'd already told his brothers about you, and because they can't hide anything from bruce, he finds out about you too. unsurprisingly, they come to appreciate you as much as tim has.

and suddenly, you get a particularly handsome new neighbour in the apartment across from you (which you didn't know was even up for rent) and somehow always seems to be in the middle of stripping when you're home. almost as if he can feel your eyes on him. of course, you make sure not to get caught, and avert your eyes as soon as the cloth leaves his waist.

later, you find out his name is jason, and make a good friend out of him. he smokes on his balcony, while you drink coffee on yours.

barely a week after that, you get a new regular at the café you work at. his name's dick grayson. he says it's probably best for you to yell out his last name for his orders too. he's a detective, which explains the late nights he comes into the café. he's always got a stupidly handsome smile on his face, which only adds onto his neverending charm.

and during the occasion that you're walking home alone, you always seem to run into one of the many vigilantes that guard gotham.

you meet both batman and robin during one of your walks home. you're not scared of them, as most people are; you're merely fascinated at the tall figure that towers over you, and his more colourful counterpart that is also taller than you. robin seems to be just a couple years younger than you. and batman... you can't seem to get a read on the man.

you greet them both as calmly as you can, a small smile on your lips. you get nods of acknowledgment from both of them, which you suppose is the most you're getting.

batman doesn't seem to like that you're walking alone, so he sends robin to walk you home. you don't understand why, and you tell them you've walked this route many times already, that they probably have worse things to take care of.

he tells you that you can never be too sure in gotham. with the way he says it, in that gravelly tone, you can't find yourself to disagree.

on your walk, now with robin's company, you feel safer. you also find out this robin is a man of few words, very unlike the last few robins yet much like batman.

the next night, you run into red robin, who has an air of familiarity around him. he's real friendly— in fact, it's almost like talking to a friend. you think you've seen his smile before.

the night after that, you meet nightwing in all of his spandex-clad glory. he's charming, almost flirty.

and for a week, you don't bump into any of the vigilantes, but you do feel watched. you should be frightened, by all means, but you have a feeling deep in your stomach that tells you they won't hurt you. whoever they are.

you see red hood after that week. he's the more intimidating one of the bunch, you reckon. you've nothing to be scared of, knowing he (along with all the others) only goes after the real awful people. you're not guilty of anything, as far as you know.

his voice is almost robotic, as if being run through a voice changer. it doesn't do much to help his image, though you suppose that's the point. he asks what a little thing like you is doing walking around these parts. you say you're just heading home, like all the times you've met one of them.

he lets you on his motorcycle. if you were paying enough attention, maybe you would've felt his heart beating a mile a minute.

your days go on like this for a while. class, work, walk home with one of gotham's protectors. rinse and repeat.

unbeknownst to you, cameras have been planted all around your apartment. in many angles of your bedroom too, save for your bathroom. they've decided to give you privacy in there. no matter how much dick begged.

though they do have clips saved of you walking around in just a towel, or your underwear. god knows what they're doing with those.

but truly, can you blame them? you've invaded the deepest crevices of their minds, your smell lingering on their noses, and the shape of your lips following them in their dreams.

oh, they can vividly see— almost feel your lips on theirs, and they wonder what you look like when your face is scrunched up from pleasure, as their fingers enter you.

but they'll have to wait a little longer. and they'll be damned if they lose you, when you're playing right into their hands.

this got so long !!!! i had to let this all out somewhere <//3 definitely gonna add more but i needed to cut it off at this 😭😭😭😭

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"Careful", you snag the boy's shirt before he can step into the road. The boy's head snaps away from his phone and towards you.

He looks pissed but you watch his face shift into a blank sort of stare.

"Sorry-", you release the grip on his shirt, shifting the carrier on your hip, "you should pay more attention when you're this close to the road."

You offer him a weak smile and he blinks up at you, then turns and scurries across the road, focused back onto his phone. Sighing, you adjust baby carrier and begin walking again.

The walk isn't a horrible one, ten minutes is nothing on the half hour walk it takes you to get to work. It's just a little more difficult with a awkward sized baby carrier.

Typically you'd take the train, but you need to get to the grocery store before it gets dark. The air is already chilly but the forecast calls for snow and the baby doesn't need that.

-

The store is a little warmer when you step inside and you even manage to snag a buggy.

The store is relatively quiet and you find what you need to...except for the box of baby rice towards the back on a shelf you can't reach.

You groan softly, glancing at the snoozing babe. She loves those...

You stand on your very tiptoes, grabbing at air. Then, a hand reaches up and grabs them. You turn, about to ask them for the box, when the man passes the box to you.

"Here, you looked like you needed help." He holds the box out with one hand, running his fingers through his black hair with the other.

You blink curiously at him, then take the box.

"Thank you so much, hon." You grin, placing the item in your cart and hurrying to check out.

-

The walk is still cold, despite the sun barely starting to set. You shiver, somehow managing to carry the groceries and the baby carrier at the same time.

About half a mile from your apartment, you bump into a chest. Dropping a few bags and praying the eggs aren't in them.

"Sorry about that", a masculine voice mumbles above you. You tilt your head up to meet the eyes of a boy a little younger than the one who helped you before. He tilts his head, a tuft of white hair hanging in his eyes.

"Would you like some help?" He starts grabbing the dropped bags before you can answer. He makes a gesture for you to lead the way.

"I'm Jason, by the way. We live in the same complex."

You swear you've never seen him before, but maybe that's just you.

-

That night, groceries put away and a baby snuggled happily against your chest, you lay in bed.

Oblivious to several pairs of eyes watching you and the bickering from the rooftops above.

"Ummi spoke to me today, with the baby!" Damian speaks.

"Yeah, well I helped ma with her groceries!" Jason gives him a playful shove.

"Well, the baby smiled at me!" Dick jabs a thumb at his chest triumphantly.

"All of you hush!" Tim speaks up, crouched next to Duke, eyes focused on a familiar window.

Bruce looms nearby, caught up his daydream where he's the sweater wrapped so tightly around you. Someday.

Someday sooner than you think.

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Yandere Short Stories:

Hell Fire

Yandere Priest x Herbalist Fem Reader

TW: abuse of power, yandere behavior, manipulation, and forced relationship

Pale hands affectionately cupped the soft cheeks of the sleeping maiden that rested on the bed in the dungeon. A bright smile on the young priest’s face as his fingers traced over her soft lips.

“You are finally here…” Aurel voice was as soft as a breeze. His blue eyes gentle and his lips pursed in thought. “You’re finally within my grasp.”

Aurel glanced around to make sure there were no other eyes watching before he crawled into the small bed beside (your name). His lanky arms wrapped around her vulnerable form in a vice like grip. Aurel buried his nose into her hair and deeply inhaled her sweet scent, a moan escaped his lips from how delectable (your name) smelled.

“I wonder if you’ll be happy to see me once you wake up.” Aurel thought aloud as his hands wandered her sleeping form. “We used to be so close when we were kids… we can get married just like we always wanted.”

Aurel brushed a few of his silver strands away from his blue eyes. His cheeks heated up at how beautiful (your name) had grown to be. “I’ve crawled my way to become a Cardinal, but I’m willing to bend the rules for you… so you just have to accept me.”

Aurel buried his face into her shoulders while he clutched her closer to his chest. His tongue clicked when he felt his she thinned out a bit. These heathens haven’t been feeding (your name) properly, have they? He’d punish them once he married her…

Aurel pressed a few stray kisses to her shoulders before he smiled to himself. He had destroyed her reputation as an herbalist by spreading rumors of her being a witch. It was a desperate and cowardly method, but she refused to be with him. What other choice did Aurel have? (Your name) had forced his hand for the last time and now she had the biggest choice to make.

Become his wife or burn at the pyre.

[yandereforme]

Yan: Just for safe measure.... I'm gonna put these on you darling...

Darling: Why hunny bun? Did you have a nightmare?

Yan: Well... You keep leaving the house all the time!!! And I want attention! So... I'm keeping you here, with me.

Darling: Dear how am I supposed to give you love if the chains are so heavy I can't move?

Yan: ah... I didn't- I didn't think they'd be so heavy on you... But... can you keep them on until morning? Just wanna make sure you don't leave the bed without me again....

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can we have more yan DEKU who terrorises his exgirlfriend? like, he sends her creepy letters and gifts, without mentioning it's him of course, scaring her straight back into his arms??

Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: yandere, hints of dubcon/noncon, size difference, stalker, mental abuse

Green Paisley

You’d felt watched lately, and things were rarely where you remembered putting them. But thinking it was all in your head, you’d ignored it until you received the first gifts and saw the pictures. Eyes peeled while reading the letter with a shaky hand covering your mouth, you dropped everything on the steps to your apartment when quickly reaching for your phone.

I wasn’t going to write you any letters. I was happy just watching because I knew you were already spoken for. But I’ve noticed that the green-haired guy hasn’t come over lately, and I feel so sad knowing you’re home all alone…

You contact the police, but all they tell you is to invest in a new alarm system. After a little crying at the station, they show you enough sympathy to post a squad car in your neighborhood – but all in all, you’d say they didn’t seem very convinced.

That green-haired guy is a fucking moron. If you were mine, I would never let you go. I would take care of you, much better than he ever could. I would give you only the prettiest gifts and call you only the sweetest names. I’d treat you how someone like you deserves to be treated. Keep you safe and sound and happy to be mine…

You read the stalker’s letter again while browsing ways to upgrade your security – your thumb in your mouth, nail bending where you chewed on it – eyes panning over the photos that came in the box. Taken through the window – some innocent enough, candid pictures of you cooking in the kitchen or watching a movie on the couch. 

Others were not so innocent.

Your nail broke between your teeth as you looked at the revealing pics of you in your bedroom – wearing nothing but flimsy underwear. 

You looked back to the screen and continued scrolling through deals – but more than that, you were trying to distract yourself from what you really wanted to do…

Izuku had always been a source of comfort when it came to safety, and you know he’d come if you called, but since you broke up with him only a couple of months ago it seemed too selfish to ask. Besides, the reasons you broke things off were all because of his derogatory tendencies, and to beg him over because of something like this would only prove his point.

You couldn’t call him over. He’d see it as a win, and you’d decided you wouldn’t lose to his patronizing ways any longer. You needed to do this on your own – without his help.

You had to wait through the weekend until Monday to call a guy. A new box came both days, each one more terrifying than the last. But after installing a new alarm system you felt a little safer.

But the next box stripped that safety away.

I know I must be creeping you out. After all, you have no idea who I am, whereas I know you so intimately. But you shouldn’t feel scared. I would never hurt you. My gift to you today is proof of that.

P.S. Security systems aren’t enough to keep me away from you. 

Beneath the letters were more pictures of you – this time sleeping – inside the house. 

You fell apart – caving in, calling Izuku in tears, begging him to come over in a hurry. “Izu- please, please, please come home-”

He’s sitting on your couch only a curt fifteen minutes later, a tight arm around your midriff, holding you close for comfort while you sobbed against his chest – a furl deepened his brows while reading, holding your stalker’s letters in the other hand with green eyes narrowing for every sentence he finished.

I dream of making you mine. As I watch you sleep, I wonder what you dream of. You look so lonely lying there. Maybe if I keep you company, you’ll start dreaming of me too.

“How many of these have you received?” He questioned when done, looking around at the gift wrap on the floor, green-paisley-patterned, and the several boxes filled with crepe and untouched pieces of what looked like different arrangements of lingerie, candy, and sex toys.

“Four, I think…” You muffled against his tear-soaked shirt, clinging to him with your legs tucked onto his lap.

“Four? Why didn’t you call me sooner?” He echoed, looking down at you with heavy curls shadowing his eyes.

You looked up at him through the blur, lip sucked between your teeth before answering. “I- I went to the police-”

“The police? You went to the police instead of calling me?” He cut you off harshly, making you flinch.

“I-I-” You stuttered, crying, and he shook from his misplaced anger and took your face in his palms.

“Shh-sh- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.” He apologized with a kiss on your forehead before pulling you close to his chest again. “It’s just… this is exactly what I warned you about. You should have called me sooner.”

“I’m sorry.” You whimper, calming down to the warm strokes his large hand smoothed across your back.

“Shh- it's okay… I’m here now… and I'm not gonna let any sicko touch you. I promise.” He soothed – his voice a calm and strong anchor for you to grip onto. “Come, I’ll help you pack a bag. You’ll sleep at my place tonight.”

“Okay…” You sniffle. “Thank you.”

He drove with only one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your lap, holding your hand – your bag by your feet – and you’re reminded of the first days you started dating. Sleepovers and overnight bags – his hand between your thighs on the drive.

His new place is bigger than the last – like something out of a magazine. Modern and simplistic – a little too clean, maybe, but very stylish. 

You knew he’d been climbing the ranks a couple of spots a week since you broke up with him, but you hadn’t known the new paychecks could afford something like this. It made you feel a little guilty thinking about it, then a little embarrassed, causing you to flush – standing there in guest slippers, bag in hand – your presence sticking out like a sore thumb.

“You hungry?” He asked, shaking you out of your meekness, where you looked up with a small nod and a slight hum.

He smiled, turning to the kitchen. You were so cute.

At dinner, it almost feels like old times. Izuku plays with your legs under the table even though you give him a look. He gets you to giggle after a while, surrendering to his hopeless flirting. You help him carry the dishes after you’ve finished – and even though he has a washer now, you slip right into that old routine and start filling the sink with warm water and soap. And then you stand there, the two of you – shoulder to elbow, and your chest flutters, wondering if he was always that tall.

You blushed and ducked your head, not wanting him to see you getting so flustered. You pretended to be throwing some scraps in the trash and that's when your eyes caught hold of it.

Green paisley.

You’re stunned for a moment. Still crouched down, your head hovering over the trash – face blank, body still.

“You weren’t meant to see that.” Came a voice.

Izuku stood next to you. Washcloth in hand, dripping soapsuds on the floor.

You’re breath shivers in your throat, and you drop to the ground with a gulp, looking up at him – now with building fear accenting your still shocked expression.

You blink a couple of times, trying to make sense of it but getting nowhere. “W-why?” Left you then, along with sudden tears that started slipping down your cheeks.

And it really was the only question you had. Why would he do this? Why would he torment you like that? Why would he-

“’Cause you left… And I needed a way to get you back.”

You cringed. Feeling sick – almost sick enough to turn around and throw up the entire dinner in the trashcan, all over that stupid green paisley print. But you didn’t. “You’re pathetic.” – is what you said instead.

You got up from the floor. Upset tears still rolled down your face, but you were mostly just pissed – kicking off your guest slippers, you sat down atop the shoe bench and started doing your laces.

“I’m leaving. Don’t call me. If I ever see you near my place, I’m calling the cops.” You uttered, grabbing your bag before yanking the door handle.

It didn’t budge – some strange new type of locking mechanism, which really made no sense to have on the inside.

“I’m going home, Izuku. Unlock the door.” You huffed, turning around to look at him sourly, only he’d approached you all too silently – making you gasp to see him standing right behind you.

“You’re not going anywhere…”

You’re taken to the bed, kicking and screaming – then pinned by hands thrice the size of your own beneath the big-boned body they belonged to. And now you’re really feeling scared.

Before, it had been such a distant threat – something you could pretend wasn’t there for most of the day and otherwise deal with by the soothing presence of a weapon in your house or a quick phone call to the police. But now – there was no comfort to be found anywhere.

“Shh, baby~ don’t fuss. It’s better this way.” He tried soothing, holding your fighting wrists tightly above your head in one fist. The other kept your lips shut, muffling all screams. Barring your thrashing legs beneath his own. “You need me- you couldn’t even last a single week without calling me.” He justified, hunched over you with his mouth only an inch above the knuckles draping your mouth. “But that’s alright, I don’t mind it. I always planned on taking care of you.” He cooed, rubbing his nose sweetly against yours despite you trying to shake away from it. 

You felt something rub against your thigh, and you knew all too well what it was. Fat tears streamed down your cheeks, facing the next events.

But Izuku shared none of your discomforts, rocking the bump against you with a moan slipping into his rant. “You like the new place I got, don’t you? You can stay in all day- I’d give you all you’d ever need or want- you’d be so comfortable you wouldn’t ever even want to leave-”

He sounded just like the letters.

And where it had ached you to know that he’d been the one to write them all… now it terrified you to understand how he’d meant every last word of it, too.

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Yan Harry Potter idea

You were the younger cousin/sibling of the one of the founders(you choose) and grew up in the castle, and were the only non founder the castle listened to (and it even listened to you sometimes over the founders)

Your death shook the castle, and was the main reason the founders broke apart. However, Lady Ravenclaw, a well known seer, confided in the hat and castle about how due to the magics you were exposed to(and a few failed potions you might have made), you would be reborn again and again until their descendants united to care for you, despite their differences.

(You were a kid, but you weren’t stupid. Despite how they tried to hide it from you, you knew they all fought often. You dying broke the little of the bond they had left.)

Everyone else was so wrapped up in their mourning that they didn’t notice Hogwart’s determination. Hogwarts had grown with you, even being gifted its name by you(you can’t tell me Hogwarts isn’t a name a child would come up with.)

So, Hogwarts gathered its magic until you came again. Then, during your sorting, it placed a spell upon you that you always would be loved and cared for in its walls, and you would always find your way back.

However, Hogwarts put a bit too much power into the spell. It had been building since your death, and so much power twisted the spell. You would be loved by all those who had magic, especially by those related to the founders, but over time that love would become more and more obsessive.

Hogwarts would be safe for you, as long as you weren’t leaving for too long. The castle would begrudgingly allow you to leave for the summer, but graduation? That’s a different story

#yandere #yandere Hogwarts #yandere harry potter #funny #yandere school #a building is yandere #kind of weird

[yandereforme]

yan ‏prison warden sounds like someone how wasn’t huged by his mother often

hpwd u find that out

(yandere! prison warden x gn! inmate reader)

"hug? please?"

"no."

"also, how would i even do that. do you see the way my hands are cuffed behind my back? idiot."

he pouts at you before hitting the bars of your prison cell in response. his lips pucker cutely, eyebrows furrowing as he starts to throw yet another tantrum. ah and there he goes again... whining like a damn baby.

you seriously wish you you had chosen another guy to scam that one fateful day. maybe if you did you wouldn't even be in jail right now. but what's done is done. and you're here in this cell, rotting and wasting the rest of your life away.

to be honest, you wouldn't even mind if you were in jail if your warden wasn't this guy. a literal manchild.

"wait babe! what if i hug you instead?"

uh oh. no no no-

"cmere baby! aw you're so cute!"

he holds you tightly in his arms, coodling you like a child as you suffocate in his massive tits. shit! you knew you should've just accepted his request! things always end up like this when he initiates it!

"fu- get off!"

you push at his arms, trying to breathe as your face continues to get pressed up against his humongous man tits.

"nuh uh. you were being mean. this is your way of consoling me now."

he continues to cuddle you, unaware of the fact that you were suffocating in his chest. or maybe he was aware and just didn't say anything. yeah that's most likely the case. he's mean like that.

"gonna hold you until ya say you love me!"

...

does this mean you're staying like this forever?!

god damn it, why'd you have to scam such a beefy and muscular himbo who's completely obsessed with you?

[yandereforme]

yo i saw ur rb && feel free to write about the renting concept!!! if u do pls tag me i’d love to see <33 😋

😻😻 rhanks genie

(yandere! rental boyfriend x gn! reader) (shitpost kinda) (concept based on this post)

you know, it's not like you were ugly, dumb or poor. in fact, you consider yourself rather attractive, smart and quite rich. but it seems that no one has noticed that which... might've been why you were single for a very long period of time.

very meaning from when you were born up until recently.

you had always desired for a relationship. wanting to experience the joys of love, the romance, the contentment you get whenever you're with that special someone.

unfortunately you never got to experience that. never. even after putting down your dignity and renting a boyfriend.

you had rented a rather pretty looking guy from this... dodgy website called 'rent-a-darling'? was that the name? it probably is. what a weird website it's called. anyways, it was basically a rental boyfriend/girlfriend website and you had absolutely struck gold with it.

perfect face, perfect body, incredibly intelligent... he was basically a work of art. and his personality wasn't half that bad either! he cracked jokes and they were entertaining enough! he made you laugh, feel better about your miserable love life...

but he just wasn't it.

so you decided to end contact with him. there was no point in continuing that rental service anyways. it's not like he'd like you back even if you fell for him.

except that was exactly what happened?? a few days after you officially ended your contact with your absolute god of a rental boyfriend, he showed up at your doorstep, panting as a lovesick look paints his beautiful features.

you were concerned to say the least. after all, you had never seen him act in such a way before. which was why you allowed him in... which led you to your current situation which was far from ideal.

"could you let me go please? my arms are sore..."

"you know, you're really cute like this."

you merely sigh in response, looking away as you grow awkward under his obsessed gaze. this has been the fifth day since he tied you up, only allowing you to leave the bed for meals and the toilet.

and in those five days he's openly admitted to be in love with you.

while it was nice and endearing to hear such words, you only wish it was from someone you actually loved back. and maybe not as crazy as this guy was.

"can you please let me go? do you want money or something? i can give it to you-"

"what i want is your love, and that cannot be bought with money."

he interjects promptly, still smiling at you with his pearly white teeth which were honestly starting to creep you out. why were they so white? why was he so objectively perfect? and why was he madly obsessed with you?

"hey can i just ask something? why are you so obsessed? like just why."

he pauses for a second, hummung contently as he shuts his eyes for a bit.

"I'm not sure why,"

his eyes open again and he continues his sentence. this time, you can't help but feel an impending sense of dread in your gut when he speaks.

"i guess i just really adore you."

he then giggles oddly, tugging at your bedsheets as his face nears yours.

"you complete me, my love."

you grimace as his face nears yours. ugh, what you wanted was that lovey dovey shit you saw on television. not whatever this was. kidnapping and constant moans of how your captor loves you.

but oh well, it is a relationship. just not the one you wanted. maybe you could learn to deal with it-

"darling! if you tell me how much you love me, block everyone else you know, leave your job, and promise to run away with me, I'll untie you! how about it?"

...yeah, you're not dealing with this. perhaps you're just not meant for love.

[yandereforme]

thinking of a yandere who looks super innocent on the outside but the second he opens his mouth it's like the gates of hell opened. bro probably says "i wish you were dropped on the head as a child." with a smile and flushed cheeks 💀

this guy is out here traumatizing everyone left and right, especially you. he thinks it's cute and stuff but can anyone really find it endearing when some innocent looking guy comes up to you and says "no lube no protection all day all night..."

we haven't even gotten to the worst part yet. like, this dude doesn't have the slightest bit of self awareness. he'll probably tell you what he wants to do to you in the most explicit way ever while you're in the middle of an important meeting.

or even worse, when he shows up to your apartment while drenched in blood. you don't even want to know where he went to be basically covered in blood, he'll probably describe every single detail of what he did to the poor guy you looked at the other day for a second too long.

basically don't trust the innocent looking ones 💀 they're always never innocent. especially this one.

[yandereforme]

imagine a yandere who's a player and a darling who appears to be a sweet, innocent thing. keyword, appears. because plot twist, darling actually used to be one of yan player's play things, devoting their hearts to him until... he broke it. duh.

he claimed that he was bored of darling, abandoning them onto the curb after having his fun with them. darling is of course shattered, broken beyond belief. how could he do such a thing? they had given everything up for yan player! but instead of being pathetic and depressed, darling decides that revenge is the better option.

it's not like he'll remember their face anyway. yan player plays with too many people for darling to stand out.

so darling comes back into yan player's life, planning on ruining his life and ditching him like he ditched them. but halfway through the plan, something seems to be horribly wrong. because why does yan player suddenly remember who they are? and why does darling suddenly get a really bad feeling?

[yandereforme]

Golden retriever yan guy who is loved by everyone but bros actually evil asf and the reader knows it.

(yandere! golden retriver x gn! black cat reader) (both of them r actually the opposite because whynnot)

Looks can be deceiving, that you know all too well. From the frightened faces, to the hushed whispers, you've never been really popular with anyone. Everyone found you scary, too frightening to be around. That's why you were a loner, isolated away from everyone else.

So when you find out the name of the guy who's been paying you more attention than ever, you feel the hair on your neck stand up. Sure, he does charity work, connects well with others, is friends with technically everyone, and even has that big dopey smile on his face...

But eyes are the window to the soul, and you know he's far from a gentle guy.

Those eyes harbour nothing but obsession, a terrible case of lovesickness. You can't help but feel terrified at the mere sight of him. I mean, how are you supposed to feel comforted when all you are met with are voidless pits of insanity?

But no one will believe you when you say that their beloved golden retriver is actually insane. Why would they? He looks too friendly to be a monster!

They've already been corrupted by him. It's no use trying to convince them otherwise. You only have yourself to count on to protect yourself against him. Because even your family has been turned against you by his honeyed words.

"He's such a gentleman!"

"You have such a good friend!"

"When will you two get married?"

"He's perfect for you!"

Now you can't even head to your family for reassurance. Not when he's already slotted himself into your life.

All you can do is pray he doesn't want anything more than than just a simple relationship. And even then, that is a big wish. For he has already told you time and time again how he wants to be wholly and irrevocably yours. And his eyes have never betrayed his feelings.

Eyes full of madness and insanity, you will always be haunted by his words "I love you.".

You can only hope that you don't get corrupted by him, retaining your originaly self and sanity. It's too late to escape, and you know it. It's only a matter of time until everyone around you is rejoicing, celebrating the start of a new relationship. One where you have no choice but to agree to be in.

[yandereforme]

✎ welcome to hell's library . . .

✎ about the librarian . . .

― soup, she/her, 17, likes cute things <3 (and gojo)

✎ about the blog . . .

― this is a yandere oc/headcanon based blog, usually sfw but can drift to nsfw at times, all characters are above or at least 18, no specific post schedule, requests open, commissions open, anon list, IMPORTANT

✎ warning . . .

― anyone above the age of 15 is free to access my blog but do keep in mind that my blog contains nsfw, dark themes and elements, i do not condone or approve of anything that i write, if you notice anyone with similar behaviours do report them, none of the things i write are meant to be romanticised or desired

✎ masterlist . . .

― yandere childhood friend headcanons

yandere hacker headcanons part 2

yandere artist headcanons part 2

yandere nerd headcanons part 2 part 3 part 4

yandere idol headcanons

yandere senior headcanons

yandere spirit headcanons

yandere student council president headcanons part 2

yandere junior headcanons

yandere demon headcanons

yandere goth headcanons part 2 part 3

yandere roommate headcanons

yandere soulmate headcanons

yandere assassin headcanons part 2

yandere bully headcanons

yandere senior and junior crossover headcanons

yandere stalker headcanons part 2

yandere naga headcanons

yandere prodigy headcanons

yandere fan headcanons

yandere killer headcanons

yandere delinquent headcanons part 2

yandere prince headcanons

yandere villain headcanons part 2

yandere poet headcanons part 2

yandere chef headcanons

yandere mutual headcanons

yandere househusband headcanons

yandere government official headcanons

yandere ex headcanons

yandere coworker headcanons

yandere researcher headcanons

yandere pro dancer headcanons

yandere stalker oneshot

yandere popular girl headcanons

yandere playboy headcanons

yandere demon and doctor oneshot

yandere cult leader headcanons

yandere villain with civilian s/o headcanons

yandere pervert headcanons

yandere doctor headcanons

yandere psycho headcanons

yandere ballerina headcanons

yandere musician headcanons

yandere reader headcanons

yandere male lead headcanons

yandere villain nsfw oneshot

yandere male lead oneshot

yandere cowboy headcanons

yandere submissive puppyboy headcanons

yandere student council vice president headcanons

yandere villain angst oneshot

yandere government official nsfw oneshot

yandere urban legend headcanons

yandere angel headcanons

yandere archangel headcanons

yandere emperor masterlist

yandere time traveller headcanons

yandere servant headcanons

yandere alien headcanons

yandere shadow monster headcanons

yandere other boyfriend headcanons

yandere butler headcanons

yandere writer headcanons

yandere CEO headcanons part 2

yandere jock headcanons

yandere boyfriend headcanons

yandere gepard headcanons (hsr)

yandere cupid headcanons

yandere classmate headcanons

yandere sampo headcanons (hsr)

yandere school headcanons

yandere priest masterlist

yandere pretty boy headcanons

yandere gamer headcanons

yandere criminal headcanons

yandere dilf headcanons

yandere loser headcanons

yandere painter headcanons

yandere reincarnator headcanons

yandere knight masterlist

masterlist part 2

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― do NOT request when requests are closed, do NOT hate on my readers or me, if you don't like what I write please leave, DO NOT STEAL OR PLAGARISE MY WORK I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK

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― your librarian, suiana

[yandereforme]

"Clown!"

[A child runs up to a murder clown who instinctively freezes - hiding their hands behind their back. Mime Darling squeezes past the clown, kneeling before the kid]

Mime Darling: !!

[Mime Darling points to the group and gently shakes their head - offering the child their hand]

Child: I can't find my mom... Will you help me?"

[Mime Darling nods, picking the child and waving to the gang as they turn to walk out of the alley - cradling the child to their chest. The entire group watches as they leave]

Murder Clown: ....no.

Murder Clown, on the verge of tears: But I want one now!

Murder Clown: Mimey would make a good parent, wouldn't they?..

Murder Clown: A-

Murder Clown: Say one word about making them one and I actually might kill you this time.

[The clown shuts their mouth, sulking for their remainder of the night]

[yandereforme]

SO- The general run down for Male Ghost Bride Darling is that he was killed while wearing his dear friend's wedding gown, the killer believing him to be her as they couldn't see his face due to the veil. What if, hear me out, what if - the bride's fiance had fallen in love with Darling and planned to propose to him after getting rid of her. Lifting back the veil only to see the dying eyes of the one they came to obsess over to the point of murder- This is their punishment for their crimes... Thus, they die of a broken heart- Never to see their love again.... Until they do

Ghost Yan for Ghost Wifey Darling??